I'm in a battle against myself right now.
Push it twice and the car starts, yeah, yeah.
Up late shooting dark stars, yeah, yeah.
You get the point like a dartboard, yeah, yeah.
Oh, bad.
With a little twang.
I'm the kid, I'ma let it hang.
Six string, I'ma let it bang.
Rich sweat and it ain't rain.
When I skirt down the back row,
can't help but slide.
And I'm all messed up and that's why I keep
Paper hearts in the glove box of mine.
F-150, F-150.
And I might just take one out and light it up
and throw it out the window because I'm tipsy.
I've been on the road,
ain't got time to hang no more.
Money ain't a thing by a plane, let's go.
Girls blowing up my phone,
they just wanna know when I'm gonna do a show.
I don't know, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
They be loving dirt road, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Blame them bottles of Patron,
I'ma get mad cause I didn't call home,
let's go,
oh,
oh,
oh.
When I skirt down the back row,
can't help but slide.
And I'm all messed up and that's why I
keep Paper hearts in the glove box of mine.
F-150,
F-150.
And I might just take one out and light it up
and throw it out the window because I'm tipsy.
And that's why I keep Paper hearts in the glove box of mine.
F-150,
F-150.
And I might just take one out and
light it up and throw it out the window
because I'm tipsy.
I'm tipsy.
Paper hearts,
paper hearts,
paper hearts in F-150.
Paper hearts,
paper hearts, paper hearts in F-150.